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I don't update nearly as much as I did once upon a time...
...like three weeks ago.
Ah hell, just have nothing too awesome to say anymore. Everything I feel like saying, I end up writing down. It always comes out better that way and feels more personal when you are writing something with your favorite pen in your favorite notebook. You know? Or I discuss things with myself in my head. Maybe that has something to do with my slight insanity. Eh, such is life.
I haven't really been up to much. I made some home made bath soak stuff last night. Cinnamon scented. Yum. Honest to god it makes my skin so freaking soft. I love it. So i did that, went to Old Country Buffet with my mom.
Short interruption here: Kristin: Remember Old Country Buffet with you, me and Danielle a couple of summers ago? ha. And the Jello. Silly times.
Anyways, went out to eat with me mum. Did some shopping with her. Picked up my last few Angel Tree presents and took them to the book store where you are supposed to drop them off. Apparently, since it's for charity, it's a tax deductable thing, so my mom told me to make sure to save all the recipts, but I don't really feel like thats right. If I get the money back or get exempt from some sort of thing for donating it doesnt feel like I'm whole heartedly donating it. Does that make any sense? Like if I give these needy kids presents so that they can have a nice Christmas, I don't want anything back. I don't need any sort of money or anything. Just knowing that I gave some kid a nice Christmas is enough for me.
Also, reminds me, I'm sponsoring this teenage girl in Thiland who doesn't have much money. I'm supposed to write her a letter. I should get on that.
Also I donated 50 bucks to the Make a Dream foundation, I think thats what it's called. Gah. I'm tired right now so I can't figure it out. Anyways, it goes towards giving termanally ill children what their one wish was. Apparently that is a tax exemptable thing as well, that I won't be claiming when it comes time to do the insurance thing.
Work has gotten slightly better. Only not so much. Dave wrote his little "letter". If you can call it that. His way of solving my problem with Deb? Copying the harrasment section out of the Kroger Employee Handbook. The funniest thing was, Deb kept saying "well I'm not going to be sexually harrassing anyone" and I said "well it's not just sexual, it's any kind of harrassment" and she gave me a weird look. Grr. She pissed me off today. Alright here is the scenario: I am counting green scripts (the ones where the people are waiting in the store), Julie is typing up the million green scripts, Catherine is checking the green ones so that they customers can get them, Carol is about to leave and so therefore finishing up her task of the day-the overstocks, Diana is making a compound, and Ann is at the window....with about 15 people waiting. What is Deb doing you ask? Oh you know...rechecks. (just so you know, that is not something that was important at that exact moment in time, it honestly could've waited) Ann asks for some help...Deb goes and helps with ONE CUSTOMER. Just one. And then goes back to her rechecks, so I have to rush as fast as possible through the green ones and run over and get the window with Ann. It was bullcrap. Grr I was pissed. Ann said something to her about it afterwards, not even in a bitchy way or anything, and Deb got all bent out of shape. She sat in a chair, did rechecks, and sulked for the rest of the night. Then she left 10 minutes early without saying bye to anyone. All she did was bitch about how we had 5 techs on that night when we didn't need them (long story, I goofed up) Anyways, it is this ludacris situation at work. I'm sick of it. Entirely so. And it makes me want to quit, just because of the stupidness. And how Dave isn't really doing anything about it. But, in any case, what he did do with the letter thing, basically gave me what I have to do to get it to be stopped. there's even a number on there and everything to call to get things taken care of. Which I might want to do. It's just going to be hard to get anything done about it if I go directly through my store because Deb has worked there for 11 years and I have worked there for 4 months. You know?
I dont know man. I just do. not. know.
...like three weeks ago.
Ah hell, just have nothing too awesome to say anymore. Everything I feel like saying, I end up writing down. It always comes out better that way and feels more personal when you are writing something with your favorite pen in your favorite notebook. You know? Or I discuss things with myself in my head. Maybe that has something to do with my slight insanity. Eh, such is life.
I haven't really been up to much. I made some home made bath soak stuff last night. Cinnamon scented. Yum. Honest to god it makes my skin so freaking soft. I love it. So i did that, went to Old Country Buffet with my mom.
Short interruption here: Kristin: Remember Old Country Buffet with you, me and Danielle a couple of summers ago? ha. And the Jello. Silly times.
Anyways, went out to eat with me mum. Did some shopping with her. Picked up my last few Angel Tree presents and took them to the book store where you are supposed to drop them off. Apparently, since it's for charity, it's a tax deductable thing, so my mom told me to make sure to save all the recipts, but I don't really feel like thats right. If I get the money back or get exempt from some sort of thing for donating it doesnt feel like I'm whole heartedly donating it. Does that make any sense? Like if I give these needy kids presents so that they can have a nice Christmas, I don't want anything back. I don't need any sort of money or anything. Just knowing that I gave some kid a nice Christmas is enough for me.
Also, reminds me, I'm sponsoring this teenage girl in Thiland who doesn't have much money. I'm supposed to write her a letter. I should get on that.
Also I donated 50 bucks to the Make a Dream foundation, I think thats what it's called. Gah. I'm tired right now so I can't figure it out. Anyways, it goes towards giving termanally ill children what their one wish was. Apparently that is a tax exemptable thing as well, that I won't be claiming when it comes time to do the insurance thing.
Work has gotten slightly better. Only not so much. Dave wrote his little "letter". If you can call it that. His way of solving my problem with Deb? Copying the harrasment section out of the Kroger Employee Handbook. The funniest thing was, Deb kept saying "well I'm not going to be sexually harrassing anyone" and I said "well it's not just sexual, it's any kind of harrassment" and she gave me a weird look. Grr. She pissed me off today. Alright here is the scenario: I am counting green scripts (the ones where the people are waiting in the store), Julie is typing up the million green scripts, Catherine is checking the green ones so that they customers can get them, Carol is about to leave and so therefore finishing up her task of the day-the overstocks, Diana is making a compound, and Ann is at the window....with about 15 people waiting. What is Deb doing you ask? Oh you know...rechecks. (just so you know, that is not something that was important at that exact moment in time, it honestly could've waited) Ann asks for some help...Deb goes and helps with ONE CUSTOMER. Just one. And then goes back to her rechecks, so I have to rush as fast as possible through the green ones and run over and get the window with Ann. It was bullcrap. Grr I was pissed. Ann said something to her about it afterwards, not even in a bitchy way or anything, and Deb got all bent out of shape. She sat in a chair, did rechecks, and sulked for the rest of the night. Then she left 10 minutes early without saying bye to anyone. All she did was bitch about how we had 5 techs on that night when we didn't need them (long story, I goofed up) Anyways, it is this ludacris situation at work. I'm sick of it. Entirely so. And it makes me want to quit, just because of the stupidness. And how Dave isn't really doing anything about it. But, in any case, what he did do with the letter thing, basically gave me what I have to do to get it to be stopped. there's even a number on there and everything to call to get things taken care of. Which I might want to do. It's just going to be hard to get anything done about it if I go directly through my store because Deb has worked there for 11 years and I have worked there for 4 months. You know?
I dont know man. I just do. not. know.